“Oh, I hope so. Is it a pretty sight? Let us ask Katie about it.”
“It is the finest sight in the world,” said Tom, who had never seen it; “twenty-four eight oars with their flags flying, and all the crews in uniform. You see the barges over there, moored along the side of the river? You will sit on one of them as we pass.”
“Yes, I think I do,” said Mary, looking across the meadow in the direction in which he pointed; “you mean those great gilded things. But I don't see the river.”
“Shall we walk round there. It won't take up ten minutes.”
“But we must not leave the Walk and all the people. It is so amusing here.”
“Then you will wear our colors at the procession to-morrow?”
“Yes, if Katie doesn't mind. At least if they are pretty. What are your colors?”
“Blue and white. I will get you some ribbons to-morrow morning.”
“Very well, and I will make them up into rosettes.”
“Why, do you know them?” asked Tom, as she bowed to two gentlemen in masters' caps and gowns, whom they met in the crowd.